Yep. That sonata still grabs hold of me about halfway through and doesn't let go until the last chord dies away.

Starts out pleasant, but then... dissonance. Driving dissonance that sends a chill down my spine.

Then... tearful rage. I'm almost not myself any more. My body moves of its own will.

And then... sighs. Resignation. Sobbing. The beat is my breath. My breath is the beat. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

At the last moment... the sun comes through the clouds. My face is still wet, but just as the piece ends, a few sweet chords restore my hope.

At last, I'm in my body again. I'm me once more.